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Monday, 30 June, 2008

I can write no stately proem
As a prelude to my lay;
From a poet to a poem
I would dare to say.
For if of these fallen petals
One to you seem fair,
Love will waft it till it settles
On your hair.
And when wind and winter harden
All the loveless land,
It will whisper of the garden,
You will understand.

And there is nothing left to do
But to kiss once again, and part,
Nay, there is nothing we should rue,
I have my beauty,-you your Art,
Nay, do not start,
One world was not enough for two
Like me and you.

Tuesday, 24 June, 2008

Monday, 23 June, 2008

Dear my future wife whomever you are,I am giving you my heart for free; you don't have to pay the tollAll what I am asking you for; please, don't treat it like a doll

Dear my future wife wherever you are,Do you dream of me and wonder how I look?Have you ever thought which fish in the sea will you hook?

Dear my future wife, where are you now?Are you asleep waiting for your princeTo wake you up by giving you a kissOr are you trying to find me just like I doAnd shout between the crowds "WHERE ARE YOU?"

Dear my future wife I have a favor to ask;Take my heart and make its loneliness dissipateGive it some warm love, make its roots irrigateLet my heart dance out of happiness and reliefLet it forget all its sorrow, pain and grief

Dear my future wife, say Amen after reading this,I pray that we will love each other foreverI pray that our love will not have "game over"I pray that our hearts will play fair and we won't need a refThat our heart beats will beat louder till they hear the deaf

Friday, 20 June, 2008

Put the saddle on the mare,For the wet winds blow;There's winter in the air,And autumn all below.For the red leaves are flyingAnd the red bracken dying,And the red fox lyingWhere the oziers grow.

Put the bridle on the mare,For my blood runs chill;And my heart, it is there,On the heather-tufted hill,With the gray skies o'er us,And the long-drawn chorusOf a running pack before usFrom the find to the kill.

Then lead round the mare,For it's time that we began,And away with thought and care,Save to live and be a man,While the keen air is blowing,And the huntsman holloing,And the black mare goingAs the black mare can.

Wednesday, 18 June, 2008

Because I do not hope to turn againBecause I do not hopeBecause I do not hope to turnDesiring this man's gift and that man's scopeI no longer strive to strive towards such things(Why should the agèd eagle stretch its wings?)Why should I mournThe vanished power of the usual reign?

Because I do not hope to knowThe infirm glory of the positive hourBecause I do not thinkBecause I know I shall not knowThe one veritable transitory powerBecause I cannot drinkThere, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there isnothing again

Because I know that time is always timeAnd place is always and only placeAnd what is actual is actual only for one timeAnd only for one placeI rejoice that things are as they are andI renounce the blessèd faceAnd renounce the voiceBecause I cannot hope to turn againConsequently I rejoice, having to construct somethingUpon which to rejoice

And pray to God to have mercy upon usAnd pray that I may forgetThese matters that with myself I too much discussToo much explainBecause I do not hope to turn againLet these words answerFor what is done, not to be done againMay the judgement not be too heavy upon us

Because these wings are no longer wings to flyBut merely vans to beat the airThe air which is now thoroughly small and drySmaller and dryer than the willTeach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still.

Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our deathPray for us now and at the hour of our death.

There is such a void after a loved one dies. Besides memories of all the good times God allowed you to share, you now are faced with the the unfulfilled dreams of the future. Some of you will decide to just let go of any future plans you made together. You will either believe it is an impossible dream or that it would be wrong to move forward alone. Yet others will take the walk of faith for a short time - only to be burdened with all the memories of the lost tomorrows.

The poem, "Forever and Always," was written to let you know that just because a loved one's body dies, it does not mean their soul does. God gives you memories to keep your loved one with you until you are united again in heaven. Give yourself time to mourn, but don't block the memory of your loved one and the special time you shared here on earth.